Page 153 of Trust Me

When I grabbed my dick, he angled the camera to catch my movements. Swiping my thumb through my precum, I held it up to him. With a laugh, he shook his head but leaned down and closed his lips around my finger. His groan vibrated through my hand, making my dick throb.

As he reached deeper, he rolled his hips in just the right spot to hit my prostate. An embarrassing sound came from my throat, but there was no controlling it. The pressure shifted to a burning heat that was pleasurable instead of painful. My abdomen clenched with the sensation, and when he finally bottomed out, I released a shuddering breath.

Less gently, he pulled all the way out, leaving me gaping and desperate to be filled again. Before I could complain, he slipped inside with just the tip. Back and forth, he moved with shallow thrusts that had me reeling.

“Dean,” I whined.

“Does this feel good?”

“It’s perfect.”

Without warning, he sunk himself all the way inside, then dropped down to kiss me.

“I’m not going to last long,” he warned.

“I don’t care.”

He pressed his lips to the side of my neck, then bit down on it. I dug my fingers into his shoulder blades while he fucked me, reaching so deep that I felt like I’d burst. He made small sounds against my neck, almost whimpers but close to growls.

I gripped my dick and moved my hand quickly, driving myself so close to another orgasm that I couldn’t stop clutching him to me. My nails might’ve pierced his skin, and as if in retaliation, he bit down harder on my neck.

“I want you to cum in me,” I pleaded.

He growled against me, then sat up. Wrapping one arm around my leg, he held the phone, still recording the moment. He panned to my face, and I looked at the camera, not giving a damn that I was probably a wreck. From the heat in his eyes, I knew that he was into it.

“You want me to fill up your ass?” he asked.

I nodded, unable to get any words out.

“God, I want you full of my cum.”

Holding my thigh, he lifted my hips a little, changing the angle. I dropped my head back as every muscle in my body went rigid. My nerves lit up, nearly whiting out my vision.

“You’re so . . . tight, Oli.”

He slammed into me harder, and I felt his dick swell. It was such an obscene feeling, and coupled with the burst of heat inside of me, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My own cum hit me in the face, then the chest. Dean groaned as his movements faltered, but he kept going.

Suddenly, I was empty again. Weakly, I looked down at him. He was staring directly at my ass, stretched out and used. I watched, mesmerized, as he pumped his dick. My own twitched when he groaned with a second orgasm. Without warning, he entered my gaping ass, pushing his cum in with the rest. He moved slowly, as if determined to coat every inch of me in it.

My hips jerked when he brushed my prostate again, but I was too spent to go another round. As he leaned back on his heels, breathing heavily, I figured he was too.

His thumb circled my hole, making me groan. I felt him push it inside of me, then spread the cum down my thigh.

“This makes me yours, right?” I asked, smiling softly at him.

“You’ve lost the right to freedom of choice.” He dropped to his elbows above me. Using the same thumb, he spread his cum across my lips, from one side to the other. “All. Mine.”

Taking his wrist, I sucked his thumb into my mouth, making his eyes burn fiercely.

We were a goddamn mess, but I just wanted a few more minutes like this. Just me and him.

Unexpectedly, my eyes started to water. “God damnit.”

When I tried to turn away from him, he gripped my jaw gently. “No hiding.”

“I’m fine,” I said.

“I know.” He kissed my lips sweetly, the intensity gone for now. “Do you want to tell me how you feel?”